Things inspire me by default. Either the binding family is the reason for this (if I don’t confuse anything, I had three when dad gave a needle in my hands for the first time and said that if you throw it, where it got into the needle, and not into the needle, she will stick into the skin, reach the heart, and in general, you realized; then I sewed a denim dress for the doll-in three stitches), or the contexts of growing up.